Lots of good memories here, if you ever spent time in Vermont or Maine and hung around general stores.
My own favorite story from hanging around Miller’s General Store in East Holden Maine involves the deer weigh-in station, which every genuine general store operates during hunting season:
Out -of-stater brings in his dead deer to be weighed and registered. It’s just barely legal, with little two-inch stubs of antlers on his head.
“What’cha got there?” one of the regulars asks.
“We call them ‘button-bucks’ in New York,” the proud hunter replies. “Plenty of good eatin’ in a button-buck.”
“Weeelll,” the regular drawls, looking over the carcass, “up hehra, we call’em babies.”
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“Bambi” is the term I most often hear at such festivities when a flatlander brings in a young ‘un.
But plenty of good eatin’ eh?